Well, have you? The Psalm is in next Sunday’s lectionary, and the writer expresses the feeling of praise by putting it into the actions of nature – “Let the floods clap their hands; let the hills sing together for joy…” – and so on. Sometimes I feel like that (today for instance) – you hear the wind rustling in the trees, and the birds singing, and it’s seems to be that these things are adding to your voice of praise. Actually the wind is rustling in the trees because the movements of the air and the branches and the leaves are setting up small pressure waves in the air. And the birds are singing because they want a mate or want to defend their territory. But somehow that doesn’t make it any less the sound of praise. These are kind of orthogonal meanings of the same thing.
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